Story #3 with the help of my sister...

MR DOOHINKLE:Where shall we go on vacation?

MRS DOOHINKLE:Who knows. Maybe we can go to Ouagadougou. I love that place.

MR DOOHINKLE:Ever been there?

MRS DOOHINKLE:No, of course not. Who wants to go there?

MR DOOHINKLE:Maybe it is inhabited with rare jumping hyenas.

MRS DOOHINKLE:I've always wanted to see a purple pancake. Can we?

MR DOOHINKLE:Well if you can find them. I personally want to find the smallest stuffed duck in London.

Story #3 with the help of my sister...

MR DOOHINKLE:Where shall we go on vacation?

MRS DOOHINKLE:Who knows. Maybe we can go to Ouagadougou. I love that place.

MR DOOHINKLE:Ever been there?

MRS DOOHINKLE:No, of course not. Who wants to go there?

MR DOOHINKLE:Maybe it is inhabited with rare jumping hyenas.

MRS DOOHINKLE:I've always wanted to see a purple pancake. Can we?

MR DOOHINKLE:Well if you can find them. I personally want to find the smallest stuffed duck in London.

Story #2 of the crazy people...

MRS DOOHINKLE:So, honey, we have been invited to a party today.

MR DOOHINKLE:Ah. You know what? I like watching fish in conga lines.

MRS DOOHINKLE: Really. Well. Gooey, Looey, Dooey, and Fred should come with us, I think. I will tell them to find a derby car and starfish to bring.

MR DOOHINKLE:Nothing wrong with them starfishes.

MRS DOOHINKLE:What we need to decide is how to get there.

MR DOOHINKLE: Yeah, well, we could take the green car.

MRS DOOHINKLE: No,we won't take anything except our pig-cycles.

The trees wave their welcoming branches,
The woodpecker calls in his sweet little tune.
The grass sways, and the mice gather 'round
I will welcome the voice of the woods very soon.

Wandering farther than I know I should be,
My head screams at me, "Go back! Go back!"
But my heart and the trees call me forward,
Drawing me along the unknown track.

I climb up one old, lonely tree,
So old I'm surprised it still stood.
And I tilt my head back and I close my eyes,
And I listen to the voice of the woods.

Author's Note: I'm following Writing Magic by Gail Carson Levine, and so the first line of this is from that book and the rest I wrote! Oh, I'm SO happy with this story! Enjoy!

Running, panting, barely breathing,
Sprinting up the lonely trail.
Wond'ring if, that by its fleeing,
It succeeds, or will it fail?
Never falt'ring, never wav'ring,
Quick the hunted deer does sail
O'er the logs like darkness fleeting
Through the meadow and the vale.

Chapter 8

Dream

The dark shadow by the stream

The whisper of the budding dawn

The ghost standing behind the newborn faun

The last aging leaf in autumn

The first translucent raindrop fallen

The spring of young child’s life

The threatening voice behind the strife

The shadow of a crystal tear

The subtle whispering in my ear

For it was not even real

Nothing more then a distant dream

Chapter 7

3/3/08